selfish

I pretend to give gifts that people pretend to be gifts so that I can pretend that I gave something that actually cost me something. And what pretending of this sort gives me is the gift of a pretend life.

Love in the service of self is greed in disguise.

The burdens I carry on my back are in direct correlation to the weight of my ego.

Sacrifice_ and __elf_ both begin with the same letter, but the spelling is way different after that.

The biggest impediment to loving life is our inflated egos. Only by suppressing our ego and controlling our selfish thoughts can we truly comprehend the immaculate beauty of every day unfolding before us.

Your expectations of other people should never be greater than what you expect of God. Why is it that you can patiently wait for him to make your life better, but you won't consider he is patiently waiting for you to be better?

An obese ego is just about the heaviest thing you__l ever carry. So maybe you should stop feeding it.

I spend my life constantly calling in __maginary_ debts that aren__ owed to me in order to avoid the __eal_ debts that I owe to others, and so everybody ends up bankrupt.

You can dress up greed, but you can__ stop the stench.

The 'all-for-me-and-only-me' mentality is the most destructive force on earth.

No knowledge, however thorough and extensive, no brilliance and perspicuity, no dialectic sophistication, will preserve us from the commmonness of thought and will. It is truly not the merit of the school if we do not come out selfish.

If you think the reason you exist or go to school is just to satisfy your selfish ambitions, then you are of all men most miserable

Choose altruism, because selfishism is a lonely, cold, dark hole.

God,_ she butted her head into his chest, __'m so angry with myself.___hat? Why?___ecause _ this is my mess I dragged you into, and you don't deserve any of it, and I feel like I'm ruining you with every single thing I say, and_ she lifted her head, eyes shimmering, __'m a selfish, selfish bitch. Because all I can think about, is whether I'll regret it in three hours, when we walk out of here, and I never know, not even once, what it's like to be with a really nice guy.

Love does not dwell on how much one receives in return. If there is ever any balance in love, it is in a contest of who can love who more.

Survival is a passive way of saying __y needs are greater than yours.

Pride is all about selfishness. Valuing and preferring ourselves, our agendas, our perspectives over anything or anyone else. Pride is easily o ended (__ow dare he say that!_). Pride is easily irritated (_ at__ not what I said!_). Pride is easily embittered (__ am never speaking to her again!_). Pride has no problem breaking up relationship based on misunderstanding.

At the point that it dawns on me that I am not God I have finally made room for God.